T Path

Standing at a ‘T’ junction,

Observing the fate of trials

Writ of karma

What may decree?

From the brink of success

To path of failures

Converged to roads

Thus traveled,

Less mattered.

A road that never ends

With breathing dust for livings

And the cruise of wanders

A road becomes home

While,

Chasing the horizons

Of dawn

And

Of dusk

Some skies white

All of the night

Some dark

All through the day

Some drops are left

On the brink of my eyes

A drop shines saffron

An offering to the Sun

Feeling and realizing the love of Mother Nature

The craze and smog of ambiances

Ambitions, passions and enthusiasms,

When Cuddles with mother earth

A spirit awakens,

From the sleep of ignorance.